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Humble Myself Video (MV)




Performed By: ThaDon Qur'an & BagBoyMonte
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Quran Anderson, DeMonte Campbell
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ThaDon Qur'an & BagBoyMonte - Humble Myself Lyrics




True colors come out when y'all get into it
I'ma humble myself, before God have to do it
I'ma humble myself, I got it all and I can lose it
I'ma humble myself, I got it all and I can lose it

Say you want some motion I can put you on, you gotta prove it
Had to get my hands dirty, had to put my back into it

You done hopped out of your bag, let me put you back into it
I been arguing with my girl, we made up and got back into it
Ayy, how that shit work? Fall off, that shit hurt
Ayy, when you stackin' bands, you better go get you a blick first

How you slimming out yo mans when he done showed you how the lick work
He told you it's a chance, he ain't guarantee that the lick work
Ayy, boy my momma need a big purse. My sister need some bands til her tuition get reimbursed
Niggas holdin' out they hands, they better use them to dig dirt

As long as we all get it, it don't matter who get it first
Yeah, life is good and it can last forever if you play it smartest
Only competition niggas having is who can fake the hardest
And I'ma put this belt to ass on bastards nigga, blame ya father

True colors come out when y'all get into it
I'ma humble myself, before God I have to do it
I'ma humble myself, I got it all and I can lose it
I'ma humble myself, I got it all and I can lose it

They like Bag, speak up, why you mumblin' in your music
She gon' blow me like a teacup, hot bitch, I'm fuming
33 shots in my Glock, it's a Patrick Ewing
700 on the TrackHawk still need a tune

Now I'm all about the checks, swoosh, Nike, I just do it
Did a 40 yard dash with his bag, he ran through it
AR like a tow truck, pull up, make em move it
Tryna run up a hundred million, plus off this music

Ballin like Antetokounmpo I got my brothers with me
Gotta keep a band-aid, that chop got a cutter with it
In a double R, burnin' doughnuts in that Cullinan
A Real Texas boy I'm sippin' codeine like I'm sufferin'

I gotta keep a double cups like I keep that chopper tucked
I be gettin' to that sack, Khalil Mack Justin Tuck
I don't even care to rap with these niggas cause they suck
I will not go forth and back with niggas, get your money up

True colors come out when y'all get into it
I'ma humble myself, before God I had to do it
I'ma humble myself, I got it all and I can't lose it
I'ma humble myself, I got it all and I can't lose it
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English

True colors come out when y'all get into it
I'ma humble myself, before God have to do it
I'ma humble myself, I got it all and I can lose it
I'ma humble myself, I got it all and I can lose it

Say you want some motion I can put you on, you gotta prove it
Had to get my hands dirty, had to put my back into it

You done hopped out of your bag, let me put you back into it
I been arguing with my girl, we made up and got back into it
Ayy, how that shit work? Fall off, that shit hurt
Ayy, when you stackin' bands, you better go get you a blick first

How you slimming out yo mans when he done showed you how the lick work
He told you it's a chance, he ain't guarantee that the lick work
Ayy, boy my momma need a big purse. My sister need some bands til her tuition get reimbursed
Niggas holdin' out they hands, they better use them to dig dirt

As long as we all get it, it don't matter who get it first
Yeah, life is good and it can last forever if you play it smartest
Only competition niggas having is who can fake the hardest
And I'ma put this belt to ass on bastards nigga, blame ya father

True colors come out when y'all get into it
I'ma humble myself, before God I have to do it
I'ma humble myself, I got it all and I can lose it
I'ma humble myself, I got it all and I can lose it

They like Bag, speak up, why you mumblin' in your music
She gon' blow me like a teacup, hot bitch, I'm fuming
33 shots in my Glock, it's a Patrick Ewing
700 on the TrackHawk still need a tune

Now I'm all about the checks, swoosh, Nike, I just do it
Did a 40 yard dash with his bag, he ran through it
AR like a tow truck, pull up, make em move it
Tryna run up a hundred million, plus off this music

Ballin like Antetokounmpo I got my brothers with me
Gotta keep a band-aid, that chop got a cutter with it
In a double R, burnin' doughnuts in that Cullinan
A Real Texas boy I'm sippin' codeine like I'm sufferin'

I gotta keep a double cups like I keep that chopper tucked
I be gettin' to that sack, Khalil Mack Justin Tuck
I don't even care to rap with these niggas cause they suck
I will not go forth and back with niggas, get your money up

True colors come out when y'all get into it
I'ma humble myself, before God I had to do it
I'ma humble myself, I got it all and I can't lose it
I'ma humble myself, I got it all and I can't lose it
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Writer: Quran Anderson, DeMonte Campbell
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